my painting of a Raphael angel - oil on canvas
I wasn't eavesdropping. Your voice carried into the quiet of my home, through the open windows. Loud, worried words caught my attention and caused me to stop, listen, and pray. Pray for you, your family, the guy you were talking to. "God, help them all. Give them wisdom and protect them". It occured to me, Lord, how amazing it is, how you strategically place your people, eyes and ears open.
I thought of Amy, who last week shared her story of the lost girl she was moved to pray for. And another soul sister (I wish I could remember her name) who upon seeing the rumpled guy stumble out of the mini-mart, was first frightened, but whose fear melted into compassion when she really looked at him, and prayed for him.
When I remember these things, when I get to participate, then my insides sing How Great Thou Art, because You are there, and we Your children were born for times such as this. Partners with angels. Prayers like incense. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
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